There, but for the grace of our gods go you and IDown roads none dare to followSands buried the graves of our former livesSmile and wave and let them goTo rise above the mires of old days long diedKnow they won't come againLet the years roll in and drown our yesterdays

Time is a stream with no end in sightAs dark as it is coldFlowing by as we pray for the source to run dryThat we may never grow oldWe long to rest our tired bones by our firesAnd drink to the daysLet the years roll in and drown our yesterdays

Born on our knees we all longFor a fawn to sooth and calmAnd with our arrows bring her down

Here, let me rest in your loft for a whileBefore I have to walk homeThrough the streets bathed in the lightOf a thousand firesOf a cold and angry worldIn time we'll reconcile with old days long diedKnow they won't come againLet the years roll in, drown our yesterdays